"Come with us and don't do anything stupid," spoke the village elder as a group of nervous-looking men holding ropes approached an amused Qrow.

That was around 10 minutes ago and Qrow to his credit had followed without huss, it was not like these people could pose a threat to a Huntsman much less one like himself who had the power to turn into a bird at will so there wasn't any risk in surrendering his weapon or allowing them to bind his hands together. Sure some, mainly his sister, would call his compliance foolish but if things came down to it he was ready and more than willing to fight his way out. This willingness to break free only rose when he saw that their destination was a small house in the middle of the village, I've heard stories of this sort of ambush but, the only people who ever seem to fall for it are idiots… which apparently includes me. He quickly checked the rope that was binding his hands behind his back, for a regular person this would be more than enough to stop them but even a huntsman-in-training could break out of this easily, I won't be able to just fly away but I should be able to just fight my way out. So, with a plan already forming in his mind as he allowed himself to be led inside of the building.

The smell of medicine was the very first thing that Qrow noticed when he walked through the door. The next thing he noticed was the nice clean beds and after that, he noticed that there was a woman sitting comfortably on one of the beds with her back turned toward him. The moment he looked at the villagers who were already suspicious of him to the point of hostility somehow found the strength to grip their weapons and his shoulders even tighter, Who is she and what is her relationship with this village?

"Is it really you Qrow?"

He recognized that voice, "Maria? What happened? Where have you been?" Qrow attempted to run over to her to get a closer look at the reaper but the men angrily held him back, "Let me go you, Bastards!" He empowered his arms with aura and was about to break free of the bindings when-

"It's alright! I know him, he's a friend of mine!" Maria called out to the villagers.

Almost immediately all tension evaporated along with any sign of hostility from the villagers who let Qrow go. Unfortunately for the Huntsman, he wasn't prepared for the sudden release which resulted in him losing his balance and stumbling face-first onto the floor promoting laughter from Maira and more than a few snickers from the suddenly friendly villagers.

"Sure, just go ahead and laugh. It's not like I was worried sick about you." Qrow mumbled to no one in particular as he was helped up and freed from his bindings by the apologetic albeit still chuckling civilians.

"We apologize for our rough behavior but," the villager looked towards Maira, "Precautions were necessary," said one of the older men who after receiving a nod of acknowledgment from Qrow continued, "We'll retrieve your weapon for now. If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask and… thank you for coming."

One they were alone and stiff uncomfortable silence premeditated the room and Qrow took an opportunity to try and figure out the situation, These people are very protective of her so she probably helped them out in the past or maybe that's just how they are. However, none of that explains why she needs protection at all...

"You know Qrow you could always just ask me what happened," Maria pointed out to him, snapping the man out of his thoughts and back to reality, "But I should warn you, that I have some questions of my own," she did not wait for him to answer and instead turned around to face him directly.

Beautiful. Powerful. Fearless. Breathtaking.

Those were just a few of the words that floated around in Qrow's head when he first laid eyes on Maria by complete chance years ago when he was still just a student; the way she moved and fought was permanently ingrained into his mind and was the driving force that pushed him to master the Scythe in and admittedly childish attempt to impress her. The passion that she had for going out to the hardest to reach communities to keep them safe and the way her silver eyes contrasted with her dark skin and black hair, sometimes he thought that she was just some figment of his drunk and horny imagination.

But now back in the present, the words in his mind were longer: Breathtaking, Powerful, and Fearless. In fact, no words were bouncing through his head, instead, there were emotions: Shock, Disbelief, and Horror. Any question that he may have spoken was lost, taken away by the sight before him.

"So, tell me Qrow." Maria's voice was now carrying a venom to it that was very unlike her, "What's the real significance of silver eyes? I know you know or at the very least I know that Ozpin knows and you work for that secretive bastard. So tell me. Why. Did. That. Scaly. Bitch! CUT OUT MY EYES AND LEAVE ME FOR DEAD!?"

When Jaune agreed to go out on a date with Tock they had chosen to meet at the Central Bullhead Station which many would consider an odd choice. On paper, the Stations were the perfect place to meet up due to how easy they are to find and how they are conveniently located near parks, restaurants, theaters, and any other location that a couple may want to visit, however in reality the Stations are always very busy making them terrible places to meet up. This was due to the nature of living inside of a walled city in a world where land was at a premium resulting in massive crowds that were incredibly easy to get lost or even carried away in. On top of that, the hostility against the Faunus was at an all-time high guaranteeing trouble especially in such a stressful environment and this was a factor that only became worse since Tock's nature as a crocodile Faunus made her stand out in this ocean of flesh and already she on the receiving end of some less than friendly looks and even some outright glares with only her naturally fierce visage preventing a confrontation. Tock was a brute, this was a fact about herself that she knew, understood, and accepted with the same could be said about every single member of her crew and it didn't stop at just mere acceptance. They were happy and even proud to embrace the image of being simple thugs which is partly why they embraced the pirate aesthetic because nobody expects a smart thug.

Take for example her impromptu date with her cute husband, a word that she found herself surprisingly okay with, which was something that many people would call an exceptionally dangerous and pointless risk, those people were dead wrong. Yes, it was a risk but it was far from stupid or pointless, there were three purposes that the date served which were information gathering, baiting, and most importantly fun. Tock and her crew needed the details of what actually happened during and before the Breach and thanks to the Council it was incredibly difficult to find good information. They needed an eyewitness which was where Jaune and his friends came in and tonight she was going to find out everything he knew even if she had to break his pelvis to do so and doing so was going to be very fun. Even if it didn't come down to that, it would be nice just to get out, stretch her legs and eat something that wasn't take-out and the fact that she'd be accompanied by someone who struggled to keep his eyes off of her was a welcome bonus...

Tock received an alert on her scroll and when she checked it she found that it was a message from Turley who as a part of the "Bait," portion of the plan. What this meant was that he along with two were hiding and watching Tock from another location keeping an eye out for any suspicious people, "Your boyfriend just got off the Bullhead, he's on platform 7. So far so good and nothing else to report."

She looked over in the direction of the platform and after a minute, she was able to spot Jaune standing in the crowd looking, in her opinion, rather handsome in dark-colored jeans and a clean white jacket all while holding a bouquet in the grip of his prosthetic hook hand. He was also so visibly nervous and trying so hard to hide it as he searched for her while trying hard to hide it, which only made him look even more adorably awkward Damn, that laddie looks utterly magic, If ah didnae know any better a'd say he wis putting oan an act fur wee auld me.

"That boy reminds me of myself on my first date," Tock overheard an older man say to his wife.

"I remember it well. It was raining that day and you forgot to bring an umbrella, oh you looked so cute soaked from head to toe," his wife replied with a fond look on her face.

"Actually, I was talking about my very first date, you know the one I had with Samatha."

"Ugh," the man's wife rolled her eyes. "It's been 50 years since she dumped you, get over that bitch already."

"Oh I'm sorry, did you miss the part when I said I was reminded of my first date! You may be the light of my life, but not everything has to be about you!" the man snapped right back.

"Of all the- You begged me to marry you! You ungrateful son of a WHORE!"

Listening to the couple banter gave Tock an idea, a fun, slightly mean but most importantly harmless idea for a joke that did not risk any of their goals. Taking out her scroll she quickly tapped out a message to Jaune, "Oi, babe I'm at the Station plaza, where are you at?" This of course was a lie but it was a harmless one as the worst-case scenario was that he would get lost for a bit and she'd have a good laugh at his expense. And at first, that was exactly what happened, he got her message and though he was confused for a second he just shrugged his shoulders before beginning to look for any signs or landmarks that could help him find the plaza. After a few moments she watched as he spotted a large gate with a sign claiming to lead to the plaza however there was a problem, This is whaur it get's guid. The problem was the dense ever-moving crowd between him and the gate that he tried to wade through only to fail, multiple times. Over and over he would try breakthrough and every single time he found himself getting swept away as Tock watched the whole ordeal with copious amounts of giggling, however Jaune was no quitter and still had an ace up his sleeve.

"Out of the way! Move it! I got a date to get to!" Jaune shouted as the crowds rushed to make space for him with even the most stubborn of people complying once they saw the prosthetic arm sticking out of his sleeve. Tock's amazement she watched as he in a manner fitting only a true pirate was using his missing arm to guilt-trip an entire crowd to drop whatever they were doing just to get out of his way and as a result, this time he made it to the gate at record-breaking speed. Patting himself on the back, he took a moment to fix his appearance before walking through the gate and onto a walkway leading to some landing pads. Confused, he took a step back and read the sign…. "GODDAMMIT I WENT THE WRONG WAY!" he came running back out of that gate and began his search anew all while Tock doubled over in laughter, then her scroll began to ring.

On a normal day, she would have just let this call go to voicemail; however, nothing about this day could be considered normal so after checking caller ID she answered the call, "Whit's wrong Mason?" she asked while still struggling to hold back her laughter.

"Jaune is being followed, on his 5 o'clock by an older clean-shaven man of average height and weight with dusty blond hair in an ivy league cut, he is wearing a grey suit and is holding a brown leather bag," her crewmate answered with a grim tone.

It was a strong testament of her skill and experience that she was able in a moment to cut her laughter short and shift into the business mode as she scanned the crowd looking for the pursuer. Following the instructions of her crew, she was able to find the man standing some distance from Jaune and trying to squeeze past people to reach him. How come Jaune 'n' nae me? she wondered. Tock thanks to her green scale-covered skin was often the center of attention no matter where she went, that's why she wanted to go on that date, why she asked Jaune to meet her at the station, why Turley, Cecco, and Mason were watching from the shadows. Because this date was a trap to catch the attention of their old employer and she was the bait! They were supposed to be following her, not Jaune! Shuid ah cancel th' date? No, if ah dae that he'll just wait ere fur th' next bullhead 'n' that Dick will git em… a'm needin' tae git Jaune awa' fae 'ere. She then took her scroll and quickly typed out a message to Jaune while walking over to the plaza. "If ya don't get here in about 5 mins, I'm just gonna go bar hopping," she wrote.

"SHIT!" Jaune unintentionally shouted so loudly that for one moment everyone in the station stopped what they were doing and looked at him before resuming their day as though nothing had happened. But that one moment changed everything about the situation, There's a path! A way for me to get around the crowd and reach the right gate! He walked around to look at it from multiple angles to make sure he hadn't imagined it and found to his pleasure that his eyes were not playing tricks on him, The question is, how can I get to the table from the bench? Well… There is that thing I've been practicing with Ren's help, he tried his best to secure the bouquet before dropping down to a sprinter's stanceand taking a deep breath as his body began to glow with Aura.

From her position Tock did not have a clear view of Jaune but even then she quickly figured out what he was doing since it was something that she herself had done plenty of times in the past, Arua reinforcement!? That's, a guid trick 'n' a' bit he cuid git intae some real trouble fur daein' that 'ere. Bit then again, ain't that just lik' a pirate tae break some rules? Then she spotted Jaune's purser struggling through crowds to try and reach the boy and a smile made its way to her face as she realized that the man's attempts were going to end in vain, Tae slow ya bas. The man finally broke through the crowd but could only stare confused, flabbergasted, and quite possibly bamboozled as Jaune sent the Aura into his legs and shot off like a goddamned cannonball.

"Watch It!"

"Assshole!"

"Behold the oppression of the Proletariat by the hands of the Bourgeoisie!"

"But Frank, he's only got one hand."

"Jerk!"

"It doesn't matter how many hands are in the possession of the Oppressors! All that matters is that we the People no longer remain silent!"

"What is this guy ranting about?"

"Is he off his meds?"

"The Revolutionary or the Wannabe Pirate?"

"Both."

"Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men?"

"Oh, great… singing."

Tock ignored the pointless squabble and impromptu musical number to make her way over to the gates in order to meet up with Jaune and she had to somehow get there first lest he starts wandering around to look for her and run into his pursuer. She turned around for a moment to try and see just how much time was left when she noticed that despite his speed her husband was still a fair distance away Whit? Howfur am ah beating him tae th' gate? Wait fur a second! Taking a moment to observe him she realized that he wasn't running straight towards the gate like she thought he would but, rather he was zig-zagging and doing his damndest to avoid hitting anyone. Thank to that she was able to reach the gate first, A'ight now howfur dae ah git his attention... she decided to simply stand in front of the gate leading to the plaza, Loverboy wull stoap th' moment he sees me! Bracing herself for impact, Tock spread her arms ready to catch him when-

*WOOOOOOOSH*

He ran right past her… That glaikit son o' a boot, "TURN YERSELF AROUND YE DUNDERHEIDED GOWK!" the booming sound of her pissed off voice caught Jaune's attention and he attempted to turn around and run right back to her but she wasn't taking any chances. After briefly calculating his trajectory she used some Aura reinforcement of her own to close the distance and stop the boy in his tracks while bringing him into her arms for a hug that would have melted the hearts of anyone watching.

But she saw him, the man that had been following Jaune. He was standing in the crowd glaring right at them and specifically at her and began to walk towards them as her scroll rang with message alert after message alert from her crew that was monitoring the situation. She didn't let go of Jaune and instead looked right at the peruser as her face morphed from one of relief into a look of pure malice and he saw it. She wanted that bastard to see it and understand the meaning behind it and it worked... instead of moving closer he just stood there with his emotions on full display, fear, displeasure, frustration, shock and even a hint of anger were all playing across his face as he slowly walked back into the crowd at Bullhead Station disappearing from view.

"Tock, what's wrong?" Jaune asked, though most certainly not complaining.

"Ye wur bein' followed," she answered.

To say that he was stunned would be inaccurate, he was surprised but only because of the timing, This is too soon! I only just started helping Ruby out, there was no way that the people behind the attack could know about me… unless they were somewhere in either The Breach or Beacon, maybe both...

"Come, love, we hae a lot tae blether about… oh 'n' cheers fur th' flowers, "Tock spoke, snapping him out of his thoughts and without needing to be told, Jaune linked his arms with her and left the plaza to head into the city leaving that stalker behind...

He remained silent as he followed her out of the Station Plaza and onto the sidewalk where she immediately began leading him in a certain direction while using her scroll to send message after message. She's so focused on that scroll, it must be important. I wonder if I can somehow get a look. He shifted positions a bit until he had her scroll in plain view before attempting to peek at her screen. Unsurprisingly Tock noticed what he was doing and in a move that caught him off guard, she tilted the screen to let him read the messages. Even with her help it was annoyingly difficult to read due to how fast the texts were being exchanged and what he could read was even harder to understand due to a lack on context but he was able to glean several pieces of information with the first being that the other three members of her crew were hidden just out of sight and keeping an eye on the both of them. Specifically, he learned that Turley was somewhere behind them to keep watch for any other followers, So I was being followed! The one called Cecco seemed to be scouting ahead for any suspicious individuals and was currently searching for a place for him and her to hide out in and finally, Mason was keeping an eye on both of them.

This information made him feel… he didn't know how to feel about this, She asked me out but had her crew watching us but why? Were they looking for someone? I thought it was weird how she wanted to meet at the Station since that place is so crowded but what if that was the point? They wanted as many people as possible to us, that's why her crew was watching! Because this entire date was just to lure someone out! She wasn't interested in going out with me, she just wanted fucking bait! That thought made him feel an odd uncomfortable mix of anger and sorrow. Noting that his arm was still entwined with Tock's, he reached out and placed his hand directly on top of hers and started to channel some aura into his fingers intending on squeezing her hand until he got a confession. He was not prepared for her finger fingers to interlock with his or for the mournful look she was now giving him as though she could read his mind.

"Look ye'r mad at me 'n' ah git it. Bit, thare ur two good reasons how come ah asked ye out th' day 'n' a' ah ask is a chance tae explain myself."

"Well then, start talking."

"Right 'ere? Just up ahead is a karaoke place that haes private-"

"How about we talk on the way?" Jaune answered back his voice making it very clear he wasn't going to make any compromise.

To say that Tock was intimidated would be a flat out lie, she however was worried but only because she realized that what she said next would have consequences that could never be taken back and that was a frightening thought even for her. Well, ah cannae just tell him th' truth. Otherwise, how'd he react tae th' idea at me 'n' th' crew might hae hud something tae dae wi' dis. Bit, ah hae tae say something… taking a moment to just feel his hand in hers as they walked, "Th' truth is me 'n' mah crew ur bounty hunters 'n' th' reason we did this is becasue thare is important info that we dinnae ken."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Th' lest bounty mah crew 'n' ah went efter wis bizarre, tae start wi' 'twas a private bounty."

"A private bounty?"

"Suppose thare wis someone wha did ye wrong 'n' managed tae dodge th' cops, normally thare wid be a bounty. Bit suppose fur a second that th' money is tae small or th' guy is hiding out somewhere remote. Normally that guy wid simply git awa' wi' it unless someone else went 'n' made th' extra work worth th' effort."

"So private bounties are essentially extra money offered on top of an official bounty? Is that legal?" The two walked for a few seconds in silence and coming into view was a building that was advertising 24/7 karaoke, Is that the place Tock mentioned? It must be since we're walking towards it.

"Thay were when mah grandma wis in th' business bit she ne'er did lik' thaim. She said that she wis a bounty hunter, nae an assassin 'n' afore ye ask th' answer is no. Ah ne'er took th' killing jobs bit ah did tak' a' th' others."

"Tock, where are you going with this?" Jaune asked, his voice making it very clear that he was losing patience.

"What dae ye know about silver eyes?" suddenly Tock felt Jaune stop walking, his grip going from comforting to crushing and his face… that look he was giving her told the entire story, "Ye know someone wha git them eyes!" she stated with an apologetic look in her eye.

"What's so special about the eyes?" he demanded.

"Please, kin this wait 'til efter we're inside?" she asked, nearly begging.

"Why? Why? Can't you tell me here?"

"Fur whit a'm aff tae tell ye is aff tae sound insane bit tis true 'n' ah dinnae want th' wrong ears tae hear it," now she was all but pleading with him.

For a tense moment, he stared at her before finally relenting, "Fine, lead the way."

No more words were exchanged between the two as they made their way over the karaoke place and after a few minutes, the two reached the entrance to what as far as Jaune could tell was a legitimate place of business but, Given how she wanted to come here so badly there is almost something shady about this place. Come to think of even that gym we trained at "The Pit," was all kinds of weird. After all, why would a gym need a soundproof room? However, despite his doubts, he never let go of Tock's hand as she walked up the counter where a pale tall, and a rather lanky man dressed in a black suit with a red tie and sunglasses was standing at attention.

"A'd lik' one o`yer end eh the week specials fur about, a'd say two hours, oh 'n' we ur aff tae need some strong drinks aff th' bat," she spoke to the uninterested clerk who simply punched a few numbers into a computer, once he was done the man then reached under the counter and pulled out a key that he handed to Her.

"Very well ma'am. I hope you and your friend can have a good time," he spoke with such a cold monotone manner that Jaune briefly wondered if the man was actually some sort of machine but quickly dismissed those thoughts to get a better look around.

The interior of the building was for lack of a better word was empty, there was no furniture, no decorations, not even a vending machine. However this did allow Jaune a clear unobstructed view of the building's interior layout but even then there wasn't much to see, just one door in the back leading to what he assumed was the kitchen, a staircase, an elevator, and finally a hallway with a multitude of doors on both sides one more door marked as an emergency exit at the very end.

With the key in hand the two begin to make their way down that hallway, "This steid is owned by a jimmy cried Hei Xiong, wha is th' gaffer o' th' Red Axe Gang though he uses it mostly fur money laundry, a've an' a' heard that his daughters lik' takin wae me thair dates 'ere," she waited for Jaune to say anything back, but it was soon apparent that he was not interested in any small talk right now, which was something she both understood and to a degree respected though it did sadden her just a little.

Soon afterward they were inside one of the rooms and unlike the front desk, this place was furnished with an impressive looking karaoke machine, a sturdy looking table as well as comfortable looking sofas which both Tock and Jaune took advantage of, "A'right love, ye wanted answers well. A'm aff tae give thaim tae ye bit ah warn ye right now that a dinnae know much myself. "

"And yet you know enough to want to bring me here," he was quick to point out.

"Fur o' whit a saw, Jaune. Silver Eyes hae th' power tae murdurr 'n' petrify th' Grimm wi' just a look!" She then waited for a response, a reaction anything really but all she got back was an unimpressed and uninterested stare.

"Tock," he finally spoke up, "What kind of idiot do you take me for?"

"Huh!?"

"As you guessed I know someone with silver eyes and they have never killed a Grimm with just a look! Hell if that was true we would be hearing stories about it all the time! Someone who can kill the Grimm just by looking at them, somebody like that would have people worshiping the ground they walked on!" He was disgusted, I put some trust in her and she feeds me Bullshit? The actual Fuck!

There were two knocks on the door and then they heard a voice through it "I've brought the refreshments, may I come in?"

"Aye, ye kin," Tock answered back.

The door opened and a man dressed just like the one sitting at the counter walked in carrying a cooler that he opened up revealing several cans of beer and some cheap plastic cups that he left on the table before leaving without a word. Once he was gone Tock grabbed one of the cans, cracked it open, and proceeded to take a much-needed drink. Even Jaune was currently pouring himself a drink by using the prosthetic hook hand to hold the cup while he poured with the other hand and for a few straight minutes the two of them simply drank.

Afterward, Tock placed her can down and began to tell the story he was waiting for, "We wur in some backwater village in Mistral when we git an offer sent directly tae our scrolls, a private bounty asking us tae gang efter th' eyes o' a particular huntress."

"This isn't helping your case."

"Let me, finish. Ye see, now 'n' then a bad apple emerges fae within th' ranks o' Huntsmen despite a' th' effort that th' academy 'n' kingdoms dae tae weed thaim out. This bounty, in particular, claimed that she wis purposely goin out o' her awa Grimm alive tae keep da locals o' an unnamed village dependent oan thair new queen. Sae th' the boys 'n' ah decided tae give it a look 'n' kin ye guess whit we saw?"

"Surprise me."

"She wis fightin' a giant nevermore 'n' git arrogant 'n' made a mistake bit afore th' thing cuid tak' her doon a light cam fae her eyes 'n' when it faded… th' Grimm hud bin turned intae a crumbling stone statue. That wis whin we struck 'n' ah git her eyes then we git paid 'n' headed tea Vale tae celebrate."

"Why Vale? Why not Mistral?" He asked only mildly interested in the answer.

"Fur we weren't th' only group that git hired, sae tae avoid thaim we cam 'ere. Vale isnae as corrupt as Mistral 'n' wi' an academy aye wi`in earshot, well it mak's revenge trickier 'n' often awfy too much trouble tae be worth it. Then th' breach happened…," she took another drink only continuing when she was done. "Ca' me paranoid bit, th' timing wis damning bit we didnae hae any evidence… 'til now. "

"What are you talking about?"

"We tried tae fin' information oan our own ain bit we kept comin' up empty, efter a while, we thought that maybe th' problem wis howfur we kept ourselves hidden, sae we tried something new."

"That's why you asked me out, that's why you wanted to meet me at the stations! It's why today you're openly showing your face despite wearing that hoodie every single other time! This isn't a date, this is a trap and I was the bait!" he angrily got up and began to walk around the room as Tock watched unsure of what to say and then suddenly he shouted, "GODDAMNIT!" and for a moment it looked like he was going to punch something but instead, he just sat back down exhausted and utterly pissed.

"Jaune?"

"Tock right now I want to just go home and forget this day ever happened but," he grabbed one of the cans, opened it, and took a long angry drink. "My friends, which as I told you includes someone with silver eyes… they believe that there is a plot against Vale."

"You mean th' Breach?"

"No… we think it's bigger, that the Breach was just one part of it and I guess it's my turn to tell a story. Keep in mind though, that I wasn't involved in most of it, in fact, I only got involved after the Breach. Keep in mind that this all started before I even started at Beacon, so one day my friend, the one with silver eyes, was inside of a dust shop when some guys tried to rob it..."

When he had joined the Red Axe gang the last thing on his mind was working as a clerk in some kind of karaoke bar but this was a relatively safe job that paid well. On top of that, he never knew who was going to walk through those doors next and what kind of stories he would have once the night was over making it the most interesting job he ever had, however, today he was stuck on the day shift and most of the action happened at night. Sure, it was still a weekend but Karaoke was seen by many to be a night activity which was something he agreed with. That said the lack of customers, for now, just meant that he had a chance to catch up on some reading which was yet another unexpected benefit on the job.

Then the door suddenly opened up and inside walked in an unusually young-looking man dressed completely in green and sporting a discomforting smile. The weirdo looked around for a moment before walking up the deck and asking him, "Do you mind telling me about that rather lovely young lady with those vibrant scales, all I need is a name."

"Look buddy I don't know who you think you are but-"

"My name is Peter and while I admire your dedication to your job, you'll soon find that I am the exception-" the weirdo's scroll suddenly vibrated, "Wait one moment." Peter checked the message while the clerk just stared at him with an annoyed look that was completely ignored, however, that soon changed when Peter put away his scroll and looked right at him with an unnervingly friendly smile, "I'm sorry for my earlier behavior but, I wonder if I could bother you for a pen and some paper?"

The clerk who wanted nothing more than to be rid of this man quickly produced the items which Peter graciously took and wrote something down. Once he was done instead of handing back the note the Weirdo first reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and pulled out a rather impressive wade of cash and handed both the money and the note to the clerk.

"The money is for you and the note is for Tock, the woman I was asking about earlier. Feel free to read the note yourself if you want but I do need you to give it to her," Peter spoke.

"Consider it done."

"Thanks, sire and have a good day," with that Peter turned around just walked away leaving the clerk alone who after a few moments did read the note:

Your Former Employer Would Like to Discuss Future Employment Opportunities With You.

I suggest you call them

(Number is on the back)

Author's Notes: This was a rather difficult chapter to write (Though it was nothing compared to chapter 4) as some really important events needed to happen here. However, let me assure you that this story hasn't caught a case of the dreaded Cerebus Syndrome (Say the man who ended the chapter with the introduction of an evil Peter Pan). But, things are going to get a little rough from here on out.